ForeverMissed
This memorial website was created in memory of our Father, Grandfather and Friend, Frank Dickinson 83 years old, born on September 27, 1937 and passed away on December 27, 2020. We will remember him forever.

In lieu of flowers donations can be made to:

http://catsexclusive.org they have an online link - our parents were animal lovers

OR

Friends of Anne Kolb Nature Center by check - our Dad was an environmentalist
 
Please make checks payable to:
Friends of Anne Kolb Nature Center 

Send to:
Joanne Howes
c/o Anne Kolb Nature Center
751 Sheridan Street
Hollywood, FL 33019

Please include a return address for a thank you letter. Friends of Anne Kolb Nature Center is a 501(c)(3) public charity.
Posted by Steve Werthman on January 5, 2021
Frank believed in me as a young man and was a mentor. I grew up in Rolling Oaks where Frank and his family were neighbors. He encouraged me to become involved with the 4H Club and Civic Association as a teen. That helped launch my earlier career as an environmental activist where we served together in the Environmental Coalition of Broward County, Broward League of Conservation Voters, Baily Water Management District and Broward County Planning Council. Frank was tireless and an amazing strategic thinker and happy warrior. I remember he and Jack Milbery had to sit me down one time and “read me the riot act” when I went overboard on a press release Lol. He also fixed our roof. Although I had not seen Frank in some time, he is a lifelong influence in my life and I will never forget him. He was a great man who did much for our community and will always be missed.
Posted by BARRY BIRENBAUM on January 4, 2021
Frank was a very loyal customer of mine for almost 30 years,
from BRADCO SUPPLY thru ABC SUPPLY.
Not only business was spoken, he always spoke very highly of his wife & children
Frank will be missed by me and many others
REST IN PEACE FRANK
Posted by Ronald Desforge on January 3, 2021
Frank,
Well Frank we go back a long way. All the way back to High School, 68 years ago. It's not going to be the same without you around anymore. We were the last two of the old group. You, me, Mary Jean, Claire, Dick, the Duke, and Bob Dupere. I'm going to miss those hour, hour and a half phone calls. Things were always quiet when you weren't around. You always made things a lot more interesting. You've had it pretty tough for quite a while now, but you always manage to tough it out. Well, Now you can rest in peace. The battle is over and done. Take care old friend.
Ron
Posted by Cathy Dickinson on December 30, 2020
Dad,
You were such a great man, father and supporter. I will miss our funny conversations and will always remember all the good times and memories you have created. I know you were not ready to go just yet but you fought a good fight and you went peacefully. You were taken from us, but you get to be with mom now forever. I know you have missed her dearly.
Love you Dad.
Cathy

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Posted by Steve Werthman on January 5, 2021
Frank believed in me as a young man and was a mentor. I grew up in Rolling Oaks where Frank and his family were neighbors. He encouraged me to become involved with the 4H Club and Civic Association as a teen. That helped launch my earlier career as an environmental activist where we served together in the Environmental Coalition of Broward County, Broward League of Conservation Voters, Baily Water Management District and Broward County Planning Council. Frank was tireless and an amazing strategic thinker and happy warrior. I remember he and Jack Milbery had to sit me down one time and “read me the riot act” when I went overboard on a press release Lol. He also fixed our roof. Although I had not seen Frank in some time, he is a lifelong influence in my life and I will never forget him. He was a great man who did much for our community and will always be missed.
Posted by BARRY BIRENBAUM on January 4, 2021
Frank was a very loyal customer of mine for almost 30 years,
from BRADCO SUPPLY thru ABC SUPPLY.
Not only business was spoken, he always spoke very highly of his wife & children
Frank will be missed by me and many others
REST IN PEACE FRANK
Posted by Ronald Desforge on January 3, 2021
Frank,
Well Frank we go back a long way. All the way back to High School, 68 years ago. It's not going to be the same without you around anymore. We were the last two of the old group. You, me, Mary Jean, Claire, Dick, the Duke, and Bob Dupere. I'm going to miss those hour, hour and a half phone calls. Things were always quiet when you weren't around. You always made things a lot more interesting. You've had it pretty tough for quite a while now, but you always manage to tough it out. Well, Now you can rest in peace. The battle is over and done. Take care old friend.
Ron
his Life

Youth

Frank and his older brother George were born to Father George Dickinson and Mother Mary Dickinson who were married in England and immigrated from through Ellis Island. 

College

He graduated from Northeastern University in 1960 with a degree in Business Management.
Being the entrepreneur that he was, he took a job at a grocery store to pay for all his college expenses.

Dickinson's of Florida

He moved to Florida in the early 1960s with his father to start Dickinson’s of Florida, a small black and white candy factory across from the Fort Lauderdale airport. His mother, Mary, sadly passed away in her sleep in Dec 1962.

Dad, became known to some as the Candy Man, he sold fudge alligators, coconut patties and hand-made confections to tourists and locals alike. It was there that he met the love of his life, Carol.
Recent stories

Holiday Time at School

Shared by Frank Dickinson on January 9, 2021
Before the holidays, our parents would send us to school with big bags of fudge alligators. They would plan enough for everyone in the school's front office plus our teachers, the custodians and more. We brought in a ton of fudge. The Dickinson kids were well liked by people who worked at the school. 

The Teenage Years

Shared by Ronald Desforge on January 3, 2021
They always seem to have been the best years of your life. Frank and I used to spend a lot of time at each others house. Frank had a drivers license but he never drove back then. So whenever we went anyplace it would be me driving. With me driving, Frank was always up against the door, curled up in the corner, Yelling J***s C****t Ron watch out! Of course the only close calls was whenever there happened to be some girls walking along and we would be gawking. Like the time I almost ran into the back of  bus! After riding around I would take Frank home and we would sit in front of his house and talk. He could never walk away without a few more chats.

We had a friend, Bob Dupere, who worked at a drugstore. This drugstore had a basement full of "medicinal" liquor. Needless to say, Bob would quite often liberate a bottle or two. One night after we had dropped Bob off, Frank decided he wanted to go over to my house (this was like 2:00 AM) wake up my father and play some poker. So off we went to my house. when we got there I went into the trunk to get the paper bag with the one half empty bottle and one full bottle. As I was taking the bag out Frank yelled out for me to hold it by the bottom of the bag. Too late! As I took the bag out a bottle fell through the bottom and smashed on the street. I thought Frank was going to cry. He whined "why did it have to be the full bottle". I don't know what the neighbors thought, but we went into the house, woke my father up, and played cards. My mother was not too happy! We used to call Frank "one beer Dickinson". Frank would have one beer and you would think he drank a 6 pack. Of course no matter how many more he had after he would not be any higher than with the one. There were so many good times later, even after I had gone into the Air Force. Whenever I was home we would definitely get together. We had always stayed in touch. I eventually moved to Florida for about 16 years so we got to see each other fairly often. After my wife passed away I moved back North, but we still talked on the phone regularly. Frank could never survive if he couldn't talk to somebody. 

So many memories over these past 68 years, but too many to try and put it all down here. I will find it very strange not to be getting a phone all every 4 or 5 days. It'll be very strange without him. Couldn't have had a better friend to talk and laugh with through all the good and bad times.

One of the things I admired

Shared by Frank Dickinson on January 1, 2021
My Dad had several careers throughout his life. I first remember him as a candy maker working along side my grandfather at the factory across from FLL airport. My Mom was in the office doing bookkeeping and sometimes waiting on customers when we were short-handed. I remember spending a lot of time there. I would help put ingredients into the kettle to make caramel, fudge or whatever was being cooked that day. Grandad was usually dipping chocolates up front in the cooler area, the kitchen was hot, while the rest of the factory was kept pretty cold. 

Dad sold the candy business at some point to another company that still sells many of the same products today. He worked in accounting and business consulting and ended up in roofing after several years. He built a nice business that was doing really well for many years until the recession hit. After that and way longer than he should have, he continued to run the roofing business, climb on roofs, manage the day to day activities telling people what to do.

The one thing that stood out more than anything else was when he was talking to a customer or a potential customer. Throughout all of his careers, he was the quintessential salesman. Confident and not cocky. He was empathetic and he was nice. He knew what people cared about and how to talk to them. I think he enjoyed that the most. Talking to people, listening to people, and convincing them he was going to help them and be fair. He gained their trust, then he delivered.

In the final weeks at the hospital literally everyone that worked with him said how nice he was and how easy going he was. Even while dealing with pain, he was sensitive to people and the job they were doing. He was just that way.